"You have got this thing pretty well fixed up," he finally said. "Hatcher and Spencer each belong to regiments now mustered out of service; and you," turning to me, "belong to the Army of the Potomac. We have been deceived too often by you fellows."
"Who, in God's name, do you take us to be?" I asked.
"Starved-out bushwhackers or spies, or perhaps both," he answered curtly. "Orderly, call the officer of the guard."
"Colonel, the First Wisconsin Cavalry is camped here, is it not?" I asked.
"Yes. Do you know any of the members of that regiment?"
"I hardly know. Where is Colonel La Grange?"
"La Grange is in Wisconsin. Did you know him?"
"I did. We were in prison together. Where is Captain Clinton?"
"Captain Clinton is here. Orderly, go and say to Captain Clinton that I desire him to report to me in person, immediately."